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Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Good-Luck

So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night;
Not all at once, but gently,--as the trees
Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees. 


-- Robert Herrick

(with grateful thanks to @matsholberg)

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